The Lovers

I once knew a man who told me he loved my ass, that I had beautiful eyes. He was married to someone else. A cheater and a liar, he was the best man I ever met. He made my bedroom become the universe, as I hung, suspended, on his beautiful cock. He made me come and come, until I shook and sweated and lost control of everything, till even my fingertips climaxed in trembling spasms. Our mouths locked together like hungry babies feeding, just relax, he said, put your legs down lie back and relax, god I love your ass he said. He's the only man I ever met who truly loved. Beyond cellulite and blemishes, he saw the vision beneath skin. He painted me naked, renaissance, sublime in light; filled my arms with roses of his body, their fragrant breath sustaining me through years of subsequent emptiness. He kissed me goodbye like a beloved friend. I search for him amidst my words, try to recreate him from syllable and syntax, wonder if I will ever be better loved.